Lately I've been trying to get Sweet Pea to pray with me when we say prayers together at night. She loves our prayer time; she squeezes her little eyes shut and listens so intently and sometimes repeats phrases that she hears me say regularly. I love, love, love it. So I've been asking her lately who she wants to pray for. The first night went like this:
Me: Who do you want to pray for, baby?
Her: Ummmm...(Everything starts with "um" lately.) Bean!
Me: Bean? You want to pray for your cousin Bean?
Me: Who else?
Her: Ummm...Co-ee! Jussin.
Me: That's great, baby! Anybody else?
Her: How 'bout...Esser.
Me: You want to pray for baby Esther?
Her: Yeah. Esser. Amen.
Mmm, that little voice! It slays me! So precious. My heart became a puddle.
Me: Who do you want to pray for tonight, sweetie?
Her: Doan know. ("Don't know" is new this week. It's actually driving me a little crazy.)
Me: You don't know who you want to pray for?
Me, with no idea what that means: Gog?
Her: Yeah. Gog!
Me: ...God? You want to pray for God?
Her: Yeah! Gog!
Me: ...Uh...okay...we can pray for God...I think...
I think we need to work on theology a little? Except also, how come I've never thought before to pray for God? Try and wrap your head around that one. Dude...whoa.